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Saturday, December 08, 2007 10:17 AM
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7 December 2007.
this date is the worse that the whole LESBAND can ever gone through.
the oh-so-last-minute with so lil time for resting.
the work made us so shagged.

excel, was a disaster.
since afternoon, i've been rushing to do my excel.
till night in the school.

can you imagine, more den 12 hours spent in school?

i'll never forget how the lesband manage to climb up 6 storey, within a few seconds,
with each flights 20 steps.
running in the tp campus, trying to solve impromptu problems.
the long time spent at the free access lab.
and all those shits.

we're strong girls. (:

come to think of that, my mum haven been seeing me for long.
neither did i.
when i'm home from rushing projects, she's asleep.
when i'm up for school, she's out.
man.

despite the freq break down i had, i still need to complete my work.
in school, i could remember very clearly, that the stress i could take is really too much,
and i broke down in the school toilet.

and i cabbed home with the usual ones.
upon looking at the laptop.
thinking that i have to be back at the process again.
i cried.

deadline.
stress.
results.
it too much.

i seriously cant imagine that we're going to do that for the next term when it will be even more of it to come.

microecons, organisational behaviour, marketing group project, leadership(group and individual), comm skills, dreamweaver.
and the end semester exams.
thinking of that reminds me of the stress i had for myself,
that promise i made for myself.
i feel like giving up.
there's too much things, yet too lil time.

and it make me having the high possibility of not celebrating my 19th birthday.
i might even have a very sad birthday.
):

but to think of that

LESBAND AND USUAL CLIQUE WAS THERE TO CHEER ME UP.
ENCOURAGE ME.
(:
that's why i love them.

they were there when i don't know how to do excel.
they were there when i don't know how to do marketing.
they were there to encourage me, to perk me up, to cheer me up with their random stuff.
they were there to make me wake up from the nightmare-might-be-approaching-if-i-dont-wake-up.

they were just there for me.
how great they are.

THANKS CELINE TAY XIN YI,
THANKS TEO SHIHUI,
THANKS CAROLI YEO KE'ER
THANKS EILEEN CHUA YILING,
THANKS JEREMIAH DU SHUN YE,
THANKS CAI WENKAI,
THANKS SEBASTIAN LAM.
(:

i really love you all! (x

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try bribing her with
ice cream! (:

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